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it to the office, everyone was there except for Lucky. Quick took his seat and waited for Turf to begin the meeting.
    â€œWhere’s Lucky?” Turf asked with a stone-faced look.
    â€œI don’t know,” Quick replied. “I texted him and told him that you wanted to meet us at the spot in a hour.”
    From the look on Turf’s face, Quick could tell that something was wrong.
    â€œI had a few of my men follow you and Lucky to see if I could trust you two,” Turf said. Then he added, “It turns out, Lucky ain’t who he says he is.”
    â€œNot who he says he is?” Quick echoed. He knew for a fact that Lucky wasn’t a cop, nor was he a snitch. After all, he had seen him lay his murder game down without even thinking twice, so he really didn’t understand what Turf was trying to say.
    â€œI had one of my men follow you and follow him,” Turf said. “Come to find out, your friend Lucky been hanging out with Sosa. Long story short, Lucky has to go.” Turf tried to read Quick’s facial expression. “Do you have a problem with that?”
    â€œYeah,” Quick replied. “I grew up with him. I can’t just kill somebody I’ve known all my life.”
    â€œWe going to hit up Sosa’s house tonight. If Lucky’s there, then oh well.” Turf shrugged. He didn’t have time to play games. “Either you in or you out,” he said, all eyes on Quick.
    Quick knew if he said he didn’t want anything to do with it, Turf and his crew would probably kill him right where he stood. “Fuck it!” he said. “Count me in.”
    Turf smiled. “I know you are new to this business. But sometimes it doesn’t matter who it is, if they not moving how they supposed to, then they have to go. This is a business—a-million-dollar-a-year business—and if you want to make it in this business, sometimes you might have to do something you don’t want to, but you have to do it for the business.”
    Quick nodded his head, indicating that he understood. He understood what Turf was saying, but Lucky was like a brother to him, and if Lucky was on the wrong end of his gun, he wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger.
    Turf suddenly remembered to tell Quick, “Oh yeah, you getting a promotion today. I’ma need you to run the trap house that Roach used to run. Can you handle that?”
    Quick nodded his head yes, and Goliath handed him the address to the trap house.
    â€œGo handle that, and we’ll call you later when it’s time to handle that nigga Sosa,” Goliath said.
    Quick exited the church, hopped in his whip, and peeled off. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Why didn’t Lucky let him know what he was doing? And why would he be dealing with Sosa, especially after the shootout that went down a few weeks ago?
    Quick pulled out his cell phone and dialed Lucky’s number, but it went straight to voice mail. He wanted to give Lucky a heads-up. Quick pulled up a block away from the trap house and let the engine die. He loaded his 9 mm, stuck it down in his waistband, and walked around to the back door and knocked lightly.
    A scrawny-looking teenager named Spike answered the door. He barked, “How many times I gotta tell y’all muthafuckas not to knock on the back door?”
    Quick looked over both shoulders then stole on Spike, pushing his way inside the trap house. He pulled out his 9 mm and put it to the teenager’s head.
    â€œTake all the money,” Spike said, sounding like a bitch. “It’s in the back room.”
    â€œShut ya punk ass up.” Quick stuck his 9 mm back down in his waistband. “I’m the new nigga in charge. Turf put me in charge of running this place.”
    â€œOh,” Spike said. “Good. ’Cause I was just about to whip ya ass.”
    Quick shook his head as he looked around the place. He saw fiends all scattered